Romans & histoires American Nightmare Supernatural

It just happened and it was not a dream. I tried to tell myself that it all was silly werewolves, Lycan's, witches, but I knew in my heart it was real. He was real, everything that happened moments ago was real, His words were nothing but the truth. I tried closing my eyes to get back to him but sleep evaded me. I walked to my desk and opened my laptop and started researching about the supernatural world. Damon’s POV:

When we were done with dinner, I snuggled closer to Damon's side, seeking solace in his protective embrace as we watched a movie in bed but something called to me. "Selene," an evil scratchy voice called my name from a dark corner, my body became paralyzed from fear. What the fuck called me??? My breathing increased while I tightened my grip on Damon body... Oh hell, I'm not sleeping tonight, I took a silent vow... The night wore on, and exhaustion finally overtook me just as dawn approached. It was then that I fell into a troubled sleep, plagued by a recurring nightmare. In my dreams, as usual, I witnessed Damon being gruesomely killed by an unknown assailant, leaving me completely helpless

I said. “You really are full of surprises.” He said. And I looked over and smiled at him. “And don’t tell me you hate it.” I said. “I would never tell you that I hated it.” He said. We got to Nashville that night and we were hoping that since this city had already been hit, nobody would be hanging around. We got out of our cars and started looking around, but if there were any survivors they would be too scared to come out at night time. “Well, well. Would you look at who we have here? It’s the werewolf that’s causing us so many problems.” Someone said behind us. So we all spun around and we were being surrounded by vampires. So much for them moving on.

As the red glare of deepening twilight bathed the surrounding forests in an apocalyptic glow, I felt the first stirrings of the nightmare yet to be unleashed. A storm borne of my own preternatural resonance, and fueled by the unspeakable transgressions of a few deluded wretches too feeble to comprehend the horror they'd beckoned forth. "He lives?" I snarled, raking claws across my face until trickles of crimson wept from the wounds. "Damien Nightshade, the traitorous son of Elias himself, dares to show his face after all this time? And allied with my enemies no less?"

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

“You’re okay.” She was shaking, she realized, with shock. “What the f-k was that?” She asked staring at her blood-smeared fingers where they folded over Rhett’s hand, gripping on to him, desperately seeking comfort. “I do not know,” Talen replied grimly. “However, the supernatural man that you tried to approach the other day, who did not wish to speak to you, is hunting them.” “Leighton Richard?” Aislen’s head jerked up. “I f-king knew that he had something to do with this. He was in my dreams.”

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own. As she walked back, feeling Dante’s golden eyes guarding her back, Helena knew that her curiosity had led her to the edge of reason. The signs were everywhere—in the deep claw marks on the oak, in the torn leather, in the feverish heat of his skin. The supernatural was no longer a town legend; it was the breath she shared with the alpha biker. And the abyss he had spoken of no longer seemed something to be avoided, but the only possible destination for someone who had been marked by the same flame that burned in Dante’s eyes.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

"Safe Harbor is about twenty minutes from here. Nathaniel, call your contact and let them know we're coming." As they drove through city streets now bathed in golden hour light, Casie caught glimpses of a world she'd spent ten years trying to ignore—a witch disguised as a street vendor selling charms alongside hot pretzels, a pair of vampires conducting business outside a blood bank, a shifter in partial transformation darting down an alley. The supernatural community had always existed alongside the human one, hidden in plain sight. "I'm seeing them now," Rick murmured, his gaze following the same supernatural indicators Casie had noticed. "It's like someone adjusted the contrast on the wor